Si's soul had been distributed among many individuals, but even when those parts returned to her body, there were still enough to fill several mahjong tables.
The thing was, Si was the primary consciousness, while Ning Moqing and the others were secondary. Yet they were all part of the same whole—never clashing, sharing the same senses, though their personalities varied slightly. Still, Si’s influence softened their edges.
When it came to corporate management, however, Ji Cheng’s talent was unmatched. So whenever Si studied business under Ye Jin, she consciously let Ji Cheng take over.
This arrangement also led to her walk-in closet being connected to the study—because different consciousnesses meant different fashion tastes.
Though they could manifest outfits at will, the secondary consciousnesses weren’t particularly attuned to such transformations.
Take Ji Cheng, for example, who had a strong preference for white button-up shirts paired with sweater vests, always fastening every button to the top.
Whenever Ye Jin worked with the two of them, Little Wei would stare at Si with wide, longing eyes.
"Big Persimmon."
Little Wei nearly burst into tears—Ji Cheng was just too perfectly aligned with her tastes.
(To avoid confusion, the secondary consciousnesses were referred to by their own names when in control.)
Hearing the nickname, Ji Cheng nearly choked. (⊙~⊙)
"What kind of bizarre name is that?" She undid the top button of her collar, exhaling slightly.
"Hey, I used to call you Big Orange, but now that’s too simple. You’re also Si, so Big Persimmon isn’t so bad." Little Wei’s twisted logic somehow managed to convince Ji Cheng.
Maybe that was just how Little Wei was?
Ji Cheng ran a hand through her hair.
Before she could finish reviewing the next document, Little Wei plopped a stack of files in front of her.
"I’ve already gone through all of these."
Ji Cheng responded with a calm, "Good."
Her demeanor was always cool and collected, something Little Wei had long grown used to.
But today, after they’d already exceeded their workload, such aloofness felt a bit excessive.
Little Wei pouted.
If that was how it was going to be, she’d just have to stir up some trouble.
With that thought, she squeezed onto Ji Cheng’s lap.
Ji Cheng: ?
"What are you doing?" She looked down at Little Wei, a hint of resignation in her eyes.
"I’m sleepy." Little Wei immediately wrapped her arms around Ji Cheng’s neck.
Ji Cheng: …
"If you’re tired, go rest in the lounge."
The top floor hadn’t been fully renovated yet. Originally, they were supposed to move in directly, but Ye Jin wanted them to feel more at ease, so he decided to redesign the private areas first.
As for the reception rooms and meeting halls, those could wait.
Once the renovations were done, they wouldn’t even need to go home anymore—most of the company’s employees lived on-site anyway.
"No." Little Wei leaned against Ji Cheng’s shoulder, her tone stubborn.
She wasn’t about to sleep in the lounge—it was practically a prison cell.
At the very least, she needed a Big Persimmon to warm the bed. Or better yet, two.
Ji Cheng: …
"Don’t be difficult. I need to finish this so we can go eat." She peeled Little Wei off, ruffled her hair, and pressed a light kiss to her lips.
Ugh, Big Orange was just too gentle.
Way better than plain old Si.
Little Wei grumbled inwardly, but before she could voice it, Ji Cheng shot her a look.
"I can guess what you’re thinking. Don’t push it." Even when scolding her, Ji Cheng’s voice was undeniably tender.
Enough to make anyone melt.
She was Ji Cheng-jiejie’s loyal dog.
"I wasn’t!" Little Wei shook her head. She refused to be swayed by Ji Cheng’s gentleness—if she didn’t cause trouble, she wouldn’t be herself.
"You have to carry me to the lounge," she insisted.
Ji Cheng lowered her head to keep reviewing the documents, but the corner of her mouth twitched.
"Oh? So you’ve lost the ability to walk? If those legs are useless, we can always visit the medical department and have them amputated."
Little Wei: ?
So this was the real Big Orange? Clearly, the love was gone.
The moment she returned to her main form, the truth came out, huh?
Fine. If Ji Cheng hated her that much, she might as well just die. Wuwuwu.
"Wait, you’d really do that?" Little Wei grabbed Ji Cheng’s hand and made her feel her leg.
Ji Cheng: …
For some reason, she couldn’t resist giving it a few extra strokes—the skin was smooth and tender, just like premium meat.
"Pervert." Little Wei muttered under her breath.
"Weren’t you the one who initiated this?" Ji Cheng realized this girl really loved pinning blame on others.
A textbook brat who needed discipline.
Ah, whatever. They’d already overachieved today, and with a two-day break coming up, it’d feel like a waste not to do something.
"Let’s go eat first," Ji Cheng said.
"You’re cooking for me?" Little Wei adored Ji Cheng’s cooking.
Even if it was identical to Si’s.
But there was something uniquely appealing about a restrained, ascetic version of Si.
"Of course not. It’s too late for that. We’re getting skewers." Ji Cheng grabbed her coat from the chair and patted Little Wei’s head.
Little Wei, however, wasn’t satisfied.
"If all we’re having is skewers, isn’t that a bit lacking, nee-chan?"
Ji Cheng shot her a sidelong glance. Little Wei puffed up her cheeks.
What was that look for? Did she have no dignity?
Ji Cheng led her out of the company. The night wind was strong, but the starry sky above was breathtaking. Ji Cheng draped her coat over Little Wei’s shoulders.
"Here, give me your arm."
Little Wei extended it, and Ji Cheng guided it through the sleeve, adjusted the fabric, then zipped it up.
Honestly, the last time she’d experienced this level of care was when her mother dressed her as a child.
Did this mean…
She was supposed to call Ji Cheng "Mom" now?
The mere thought sent a shiver down Little Wei’s spine. Too weird.
But what came next was even weirder.
Ji Cheng asked, "Do you want to walk there yourself, or should I carry you?"
Carry her?
Even at this hour, the streets were crowded.
"You’re joking, right?" Little Wei clasped her hand, savoring the warmth, rubbing her thumb over Ji Cheng’s soft, rounded fingertips.
She loved the feeling of holding hands.
This was love. Ugh.
"Weren’t you the one joking first?" Ji Cheng countered.
Little Wei: ?
Alright, enough. Any more and it’d just be "we had something once."
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
